At 2 p.m. sharp, I rang the doorbell. She lived in one of those older houses that had once been the elegant home of some faculty member or administrat...r back in the ‘20s or ‘30s, a big house with large rooms and high ceilings that had been carved up by some later owner into a bunch of smaller apartments and single rooms, and rented to students. It may have been a beautiful place once, but from the outside it sure looked like a fucking dump now: a dirty, white clapboard house with some sort of. "What?" she asked."I bet you did. Don't you always?" Well, I like to be prepared so I don't look clueless."Joey snorted, clearly amused over her understatement. If anything, Deirdre had been pure Banzai when it came to reading up.They drove in silence for a while with each of them following their thoughts. Joey was mentally going over his talk again, cramming the things he wanted to point out into his short term memory. He did not have to be nervous. He had given this presentation four times. He then lifts her top up over her head and Jons hands now focus on her nipples and he squeezes them hard, his desire burning, so that they are fully erect. He then cups Janinas breasts and pushes against her body so that her breasts brush the wall, tantalising her even further so that she makes a little moan. His penis is rubbing against her, Janinas nipples are rubbing against the wall – it is an amazing sight.Jon’s rubbing is increasing and it is making Janina aroused, but she doesn’t want an. I was quickly becoming addicted to masturbation and porn. But I still wanted more soooo...I started taking a look around my older sisters drawers, finding her nice panties and best of all, her pantyhose. I always had to be quick and careful but I just had to play with them a little, rubbing them on my skin and especially my cock. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers.